It was anight, with many racist's and wankers ready to follow a trail set by our one and (adjective)

onlyJerkless and his friend Just . We had a visitor, One in the Gear, Two in the (a food) (a basic bro name) (a body part)

visit us as well from Seattle. I started my night by trying to awkwardly get in a photo with Shots, (curse word)

in the Can, and SexToys for Tots during Chalk Talk. While in Chalk Talk we learned (past tense verb) (plural noun)

about PN (punch near) and SC (slap check) which had something to do with fisting. Sex Toys mentioned to me how Ass Ass's ____________ was shrinking and we met a _____________named Petey. Silence of the ________________ (body part) (type of pet) (farm animal)

and Cummingtonite had a nice long hug while Sex Toys discussed how he wanted a tattoo of the __________________ on (proper noun)

him. During our ____________ Near, we all watched as Ass Ass feel up Slothy Second's _____________and later as our (beverage) (body part)

visitor ______________ over Condom Fuck Sister. A picture was taken by our lovely (past tense verb)

___________ Shots of Slothy that made her look a lot like _____________. (curse word) (deceased celebrity)

We finally made it back to the bar where some of us balanced ____________on our ____________ while Goats fucked up (plural noun) (plural body part)

the song ______________and Fort _____________ had to reassure the visitors we really did know our hash hymnals. (type of car) (plural body part)

The best part of the night however was when we named Just Gabriel Strawberry Shart Cake! He got this name because he ____________a cake to lose his virginity and shat himself. All in all I'd say it was a ________________night! (past tense verb) (adjective)

Vestigium QuisquiliaeHashicus the Drunker

In accolades to the Republic of Rome,Philly streets did they roam,Toga-clad hashers of any sex chromosome.Search for what? A shot? A beer? A place of their own?Perhaps entertainment in a Hippodrome?*(*Author aware this is from Greece, not Rome)In expending many an ohm,Following Alpha! Beta! Gamma! the streets did they comb.Barely adept in the alphabet of English tome,How could they return to their bibulous home?Lucky if they do not end in a catacomb!*(*Author hopes this conceit isn’t already making you foam)Memento vivere! Flaunt that toga!Enjoy those shots and beer--never soda.Let it be known we’ve reached my quota,Write this down with a lead Ticonderoga:Finally, we’ve reached this trash’s coda.*​(*Aren’t you glad you picked up hashing, instead of yoga?)

Unnecessary Roman Pun Run:

This isn’t a toga, this is my Cicerobe. Don’t Sallust after it, though, Seneca’s a little tight and the hood doesn’t fit Ovid my head. Nevertheless, Marc my words: it’ll be all the rage next fashion season--people will Horace to the stores and stand Virgil waiting for new shipments to arrive. Remus’nt underestimate the appeal of a simple garment: sometimes Romulus is more.

Bonus Hash Quote:

“Well you can stop being a pussy-ass bitch”​ - Feminist Slothy, to the later named General DooLittle Kids